Wang Xu spent the longest time at the Black Hole Level, and experienced the most dangerous and convoluted adventures.
With a gentle clench of his fist, Wang Xu felt the surging energy inside him rolling over, like raging ocean waves.
His strength surged once again.
Breaking through the shackles of the Black Hole Level, Wang Xu felt as if a heavy chain had been lifted from his body, filling him with power.
"The slaughter must begin!" Wang Xu's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone grim. In ten years, the outside world must have changed dramatically. Of the 30 million Cosmic Martial Artists that entered initially, how many remain now?
It's time to go out and reap what he can!
Wang Xu moved with a swift grace, leaping lightly as though propelled, shooting up to nearly ten thousand meters into the air.
This is the strength of the White Hole Level, a leap in power after crossing the barriers of the Black Hole Level.
